Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.